King Khosrow Anushirvan summoned his wise dream-interpreter to private counsel to unwrap the mysterious vision that had troubled his sleep. Hearing the monarch's recount, the sage’s tongue unloosed with sudden clarity: within the sacred confines of the royal harem, disguised beneath fine garments and women's adornments, lurked a bold young man. The sage urged the Shah to clear the palace of all outsiders, bar the iron gates, and command every concubine of the harem to parade before him unveiled so that the intruder might be brought to light. The King sealed the palace and commanded the jasmine-scented, jewel-laden maidens of his inner quarters to step forward. When the first pass revealed no culprit, the King raged like a roaring lion; yet the sage insisted that the maidens step higher and cast aside their veils of modesty. Upon the second parade, a youth emerged from their ranks—tall as a cypress, handsome as a Kian prince, yet trembling like a willow branch, his heart completely bereft of hope for survival. It was then revealed that among the seventy maidens of that chamber was the noble daughter of the lord of Chaj, accompanied secretly by a devoted, musk-scented lover from her homeland who had followed her into the heart of the royal seraglio. Questioned by the stern Shah, the maiden desperately claimed the youth was her uterine brother who had only donned women's attire out of awe and shame before the royal presence. Hearing her bold plea, Nushinravan was left astonished by the audacity and fate of the two young lovers.